[lit-ideas] Sunday Twofer
- From: David Ritchie <ritchierd@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2010 11:26:04 -0700
what lugnuts mean to a squirrel
not a lot
is all the inspiration i got
and wouldn't you know it
today i can't see which damn tree the stuff grows
on
I sent out three e mails to discover who was available to play for
our tennis team on Saturday, June 5. They were headlined, "Tennis
Availability, Saturday, June 5." Yesterday morning one of the guys
who had been picked from the pool of respondents wrote to say that he
had no idea I meant Saturday, June 5.
Having solved that problem, I went out and about. In the space of
half an hour, four folk decided that their business was more
important than mine, and so out in front of my car they shot.
On the evening of Saturday, June 5, the number one singles player was
nowhere to be found. I called the reserve, who agreed to rush over.
As we're talking, with the other matches already under way and my
opponent waiting patiently, the number one fellow appears from one of
the back courts to explain that he was still finishing an earlier
match. He was playing for another club, against our club. Been
playing for them all season. In response to e mails, "Tennis
Availability, Saturday June 5," he hadn't mentioned this.
David Ritchie,
Portland, Oregon
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